Itsy Bitsy

The itsy bitsy spidered his way up my water spout
He little Jack Hornered his way into my corner
And now I can't get him out
He ate all my porridge, sat in my chair
Slept in my bed, washed himself into my hair
Hey, all you king's horses!
Whether you're horse's asses or men,
Could you pretty please piece my heart
Back together again?